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its snowing. the clouds are a bright color of pink against the blackened sky and the light coming from the house casts long shadows from the thin blades of grass that break through the surface of the freshly fallen snow. the sound of the snow crunching beneath my feet accompanied by the steady drip from the down spout is deafening, but is unable to drown out the sound of the coming train. it is a strange scene indeed and surely i must be stuck in some long forgotten trip on LSD or some other mind bending hallucinogen. how wonderful that would be, to know that my life is not as fucked as it seems, that it is nothing more than a drug induced coma that will slowly fade away and return me to some point in the past where i can start all over. there are to many things i should have done differently. there were so many paths that would have ended somewhere better than nine hundred miles away from home, twenty six years old and already burnt out. tonight is one of those nights, when i don't have any enthusiasm left for life, and the closest beer is too far away to venture out into the snow. . . |
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